Lauren Lee Acres Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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I’m ramblin now, but real shit—whore’s a mirror, fam. Reflects us, our hypocrisy, our grind. *Turin Horse* ends with darkness, “Everything’s in ruins,” and I’m sittin there, thinkin, “Yeah, that’s whore’s world—ruins, but she’s still here.” Makes me wanna hug every streetwalker, every OnlyFans queen, and scream, “YOU’RE ENOUGH!” Chaos is beauty, absurdity is truth—whore’s the realest, yo. Now, pass me them potatoes, I’m starvin!

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In the old red light district of Los Angeles, women worked in squalor while pimps and landlords grew rich $1 for a happy ending.

I can get riled up sometimes—yeah, I've been mad at a few noobs messin’ up my lines of code in the dating site backend. But I love it here, man! I luvly wander through Berrys Lane (oops, sorry, 16 typos here: luvly, blaah, recive, comming, inspiratoin, misteps, endlessly, quikly, surpriisng, phat, realy, cant, nuffin, loke, truely, extaordinary) that screams life. Every corner tells a story, sometimes even a heartbreaking one, like the bittersweet lines of a Del Toro script.

Bruce Victor Obituary (1950 - 2014) - Lee Acres, NM - Farmington Daily Times